Wednesday, March 20, 2013

We are all surrounded by a particular bunch of
people who care about us more than anyone possibly can . Family, relatives, teachers, oldsters
and several nameless faces. One thing that they constantly try is to relate and connect to you and your alleged naïve life. They constantly feed you with their own specialized
and exclusive opinions. As they are physically and intellectually beyond you
sometimes things may go little awry. They cite examples, narratives, stories
and target you with rich and varied armada of experience they have gathered in time gone by.
There's nothing wrong in it... I think it's the best thing that can happen to a
person. But this road of mutual sharing and understanding is very tricky in nature and full of twists, turns
and bumps and pits.. There are times when we find ourselves in opposite camps.

"Family's incessant love and likeness has
often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us
together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains;
blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings
that jar us at every movement."

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Sometimes you want to write. Write down every
single thing that flips across your
temporal space. Whether its gibberish or the most intense feelings of your
heart, you just want to type it all down. Rip out every single thought out of
your skull and implant it somewhere else. Just get rid of the clutter that keep
playing tricks on you.

"All
writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives
there lies a mystery. Writing is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long
bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one
were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. For
all one knows that demon is simply the same instinct that makes a baby squall
for attention. And yet it is also true that one can write nothing readable
unless one constantly struggles to efface one's own personality."

Thursday, March 7, 2013

A fact about adult
life is that you see the very things you'll never adapt to coming toward you on
the horizon. You see them as the problems they are, you worry like hell about
them, you make provisions, take precautions, fashion adjustments; you tell
yourself you'll have to change your way of doing things. Only you don't. You
can't. Somehow it's already too late or is it - Richard Ford

The
uncertainty that future holds has a way of creeping up on you. A palpable but
invisible carapace it creates is deluging at times. Everyone keep cueing you
about that unpredictable future and the cards that it may unfold and how you
should be prepared to change and accommodate. The sudden showers of suggestions, advises and facts are presented in such a realistic way that you just end up confusing about everything that's around. Only the time will tell what lies ahead then why so
much hustle, preps and apprehensions about something which is so far off..

They say

it's going to be fine

nothing to worry

oh dear,

still there's time.

Quietly they whisper

something else too

beware time slides fast

puzzled will be the times

tricky to construe.

Concentric miasmas

leaves me exposed

my dear repose

where have you gone ?

where are those

simple promises

I can rely on ?

Despite that, keep going

and I always will

let life unfold

what it veritably holds

ahead lies the tracks

of booby traps.

traps are
real

neither
win nor loose

matter of
choice

and what
you choose

it can
only show me

what lies
at the horizon

what lies
ahead

reach
there and move on

Sometimes not knowing what lies ahead works out better, better than anything we can possibly conceive of..

Saturday, March 2, 2013

"The
difference between a friend and a real friend is that you and the real friend
come from the same territory, of the same place deep inside you, and that means
you see the world in the same kind of way. You know each other even before you
do."

~Laura
Pritchett

Real friends... there's no way of defining them. These are those
implicit relations that grows day after day. They form a very crucial part of
your support system. They are the very pebbles &stones of your bedrock. You have each other's
back every time you feel like having one. Many times you agree by dissenting. You never actually fight but, keep pretending. You share nearly everything but manage to have that small creased space which
is vital..

Biggest blessing

and a gift you are.No gripesI ask no moreyou're that sand

which came accidentally

on my shore.

We bonded

took our time

then you stayed forever

we became partners

in everyday crimessoon you werean integral part

of my shell and core.

You change places

but, you ain't
changing shores

not anymore.

One another's balefulness

freaky felicitousness,

mental myopia

and farsightedness...

we agnize each
other's bone

its fractures, flaws

and burthen it can carry
on.

Pint-sized life

that I've lived

not many, but I'm blest

with few, and it's fun

I swear to you.

To those few

I holler my thanks

you're the brightest speck

of sand, that rests

on my river bank

Shiniest of all

my dazzling stars **In
this era of global village there's no dearth of friends. But, when a real friend enters in the equation the whole
mechanism changes..